Too adorable. I've seen these pictures before and am thrilled to see them again. Just wonderful.And you're absolutely right. We can love those who aren't exactly like us.-- KI don't remember what I ate when I was healthy and living alone. When I was living alone but not well, cooking was a sometimes thing. It would depend on how I felt.When I felt well enough, I loved to invite people over. A chicken is easy to cook and instead of stuffing it, I'd wash it well and put a quartered apple, a quartered onion, some celery and seasonings inside it, with garlic powder on the outside and some mild paprika for coloring.When I was young and healthy, my signature dinner party dish was a stock pot full of Shrimp Creole done according to my own recipe. It took just cutting up peppers and onions, but I enjoyed it then. I can't even think of such a thing now.335 divided by four is 83.75. That's amazing, Friko, but wonderful.-- K

What an amazing inter-species relationship! These are great shots! I believe that some day all animals will be at peace with one another---"The lion will lie down with the lamb." So the occasional inter-species "friendhip" is like a foretaste of what's to come!

What Can I Say?

I'm interested in almost everything. Use to like to travel, but it's too expensive now. I take Tai Chi classes, swim, volunteer in a Jump-start program for pre-schoolers. I'm an avid reader and like nearly everyone these days I follow politics avidly. I'm a former teacher and Special Projects Coordinator for a Telecommunications company, Assistant to the President of a Japanese silicon wafer manufacturing company. Am now enjoying retirement -- most of the time. I have two daughters, one son-in-law and two sons scattered all over the country. No grandchildren.

Stop Hate Starting Here

I Never Saw Another Butterfly

So richly, brightly, dazzlingly yellowPerhaps if the sun’s tears would singagainst a white stone....

Such, such a yellowIs carried lightly ’way up high.It went away I’m sure because it wished to kiss the world good-bye.

For seven weeks I’ve lived in herePenned up inside this ghetto.But I have found what I love here.The dandelions call to meAnd the white chestnut branches in the court.

Only I never saw another butterfly. That butterfly was the last one.Butterflies don’t live in here, in the ghetto.

Written by Pavel Friedman, June 4, 1942 Born in Prague on Jan. 7, 1921.Deported to the Terezin Concentration Camp on April 26, 1942. Died in Aushchwitzon Sept. 29, 1944.

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Chasing Ashes

I love to write and it has been a hobby for a long time. Mysteries were always my escape reading during some of the darker times of my life and I finally decided to give it a try. I've actually written seven over the years. Unfortunately, my last computer disaster resulted in my losing three of the latest four. I did manage to salvage this one.